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I still think about you
stupid right
I know
but
you know what
for once
Its not about you
© Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Look at these people
With their perfect bodies
their perfect families
their perfect houses and cars
and their other perfect things
If I say this directly to anyone
or even aloud
the knee **** conditioned response is to say
I
me
they
suffer from jealousy
Why do people wait four or five decades before they accept
life is not perfect
there is no perfect thing
no perfect someone
no perfect anything
you accept what you will
refuse what you wont
put purpose to plan
its all what you decide to make of it
They say that is settling
it could be
Id disagree with their understanding of the word
forcing something to be a certain way
a certain way that only existed in one’s uncertain mind
how is that anywhere near
perfect
how is that anything less than
delusional
I could force myself to be completely
other than I am
be what I believe I should be
have what I believe I should have
do what I believe I should do
but is any of that
perfect
is any of that
me
where is the reality in that
reality never had anything to do with the notion
the idea
the thing
called perfect
They said
weren’t you the one that said
pursue your passion
weren't you the one that said
the only difference between a dream and a goal
are the details that occupy the reality in between
Sometimes
I hate talking to me
© Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
You think because your skin is wrinkle and blemish free
you have achieved a great feat of life
being thirty
or forty
or fifty-three
looking 23 ***
The last book you read
was only done so that you can name
the last book you read
Your soul is as paper thin
as is your skin
hold on
yes
your shell, vehicle, vessel
and its drapings, anointings, adornings
are very beautiful
you do know that
none of that at all
is actually you
your body fat percentage and credit score
is as important to you
as the birth of your children
as the day of your first wedding
as the day of your second divorce
hold on
yes I'm calling you shallow
hold on
no I'm not saying that I'm better
I will say at least
what I do
I do because it has a purpose
I do because it has a meaning
I know that lives are more important than taxes and their brackets
I know that you do not stay
just because of what others might say if you go
What you do is because. . .
What you believe is because. . .
Right down to the very words you choose
why do you do anything that you do
that’s right
go ahead and say it
© Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
For Dana
Woman
Sister
Mother
No matter the title or label
None fully define that which is
You
That which is
Dana
Studying your hands I’ve learned
all things are possible
even though you make them seem effortless
Studying your soul I’ve learned
true strength is limitless and unmatched
Studying your arms I’ve learned
true love is unconditional
Thank you Dana
for being the first woman in my life
Thank you Bennie
for being the first sister in my life
Thank you Ma
for being my one and only
Mother
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
when the war is over
what then
there is no road that leads back to
before
we pin all of our hopes and fears
on this
future
that has yet to be determined
But has already been paid for completely
in blood
in tears
in regret and sorrow
when the war is over
what then
only a few manage to escape the past
until we war again
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
what is it about writers
we put words to emotions
to experience
to life
life others are afraid to acknowledge
maybe
experience others may have had
Or have not had
maybe
emotions others have equally laid with
possibly more
maybe
words are vehicles
writers speak not of the contraption that brings about motion
a writer speaks of the navigator that discerns direction
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
5000 years ago
the shamans and the medicine workers looked into the fire
they saw me and you
you and I
They saw us
They called us gods
smoking cigarettes
They thought we breathed fire
getting in and out of cars, trains, and planes
They thought we could move between the realms of living and dead
using computers,
watching tv,
talking on cellphones
They thought limit was the thing not within our understanding
the fire of the future showed them
what they thought were gods
they couldn't hear our flaws
They couldn't smell our decay
Through the fire
They saw gods
in the mirror
most only see rot
in the mirror
most can't see past misplaced shame.
ⓒ Christopher F. Brown 2015
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
water in the desert
fire in the tundra
Trust
unlike anything else that claims to be such
is precious
is rare
So much so that some have
never seen it
never heard it
never experienced it
to them it's myth and fairytale
little more than a half happy lie
Trust
to them that know
It's more fickle than a candle flame
It's more stable than helium
if you have it
treat it as the rare gift it is
if you have it
know that its strength depends on yours
if you have it
know that it has you
if you leave it
know it leaves you.
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC